Moving on... Big finished his torture this week. And by torture, I mean Cotillion. I know he hated it, and it's so out of his comfort zone, but seeing my sweet little 9 year old do the Fox Trot with the ladies made me literally swoon. His wife is gonna love me for this. They hold the end of the year dance in the very same spot Daddy and I had our wedding reception -one of the oldest halls in Charleston Society. I am quite sure he was the only one there wearing camoflauge underwear but you didn't hear that from me.
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